cuz on the one hand they’re sexually attracted to corpses, but on the other – maybe the turn on is over the bodies being lifeless so the walking undead would be useless to them. Idk.

It’s a tough one cuz it’s not clear whether the root of the attraction is the decaying flesh (in which case you just round up a couple hotties and muzzle them Hannibal Lector style to prevent contagion spreading bites and go to freakin town) – or if it’s the vacancy of the body that they find arousing (in which case Zombieland is a case of “water water everywhere and not a drop to drink”).

Normally i’d say it was the rot and rigidity of death that they’re into, thus a zombie would be a dream come true, since they wouldn’t need to go through the trouble of grave-robbing if it were just “sex with something that doesn’t move” that they were after – they could just call some of my ex-girlfriends.

BUT – I saw a dramatization of serial killer Ted Bundys life and they had a scene where he was making his girlfriend hold her breath and lay perfectly still while he nails her (he went on to bang some or most of the people he killed) so that suggests that at least for some it IS the blankness of their sex partner that they like.

This is a tough one.

Gonna have to work on it in the lab for awhile.

DISCUSS…………..

UPDATE: I guess the Price was Wrong on this? I’m not sure if this chick deleted me cuz of this post or if it was just a coincidence that it be my time on her chopping block…

I thought the twist was gonna be that the old people all survive but the chorus leader dies.
Spoiler alert: That’s not the case.
Here’s a one picture summary of the real thrust of the movie:

When my 10th grade Spanish teacher Mr Holt made this claim I totally bought the premise, but over the years thinking about it, I’ve come to call total BS on it. who has a dead mom besides Bambi, Belle, Jasmine, Ariel and Nemo? max from a goofy movie? i think she’s a waitress in Greenbow Alabama still and just slipped into Goofys dorm one night and took control like in Forest Gump, but thats just a theory. still though – even if you count both parents deceased and include Cinderella, Snow White, Tarzan and Lilo, you’re left with a tiny number still giving an overwhelming majority of Disney families with living and loving parents.

When I had this discussion on Facebook, the possibility was raised that maybe the moms that aren’t mentioned are just out of the picture like Jasmines and Ariels and not actually dead. but no. theyre both dead. Muslims dont do divorce and Ariels mom was smashed by a fishermans boat, causing Tritons hate for humanity. When I said that, it was thought to be a joke. I wish it were… check it: Tri & his redhaired bride are chillin above surface making music and having fun with other merfolk when pirates come along to kill them. they all dive except ariels mom goes back for that clam thing which is a music box and gets killt, causing a forever ban on surfacing. its lame as hell, executed poorly and they didnt even try to make “mom” any different than Ariel other than increasing her seashell cup size a few.

The poor character design in Ariels mom is pretty obnoxious. also makes you wonder why the other daughters look totally different. the awkward unsaid answer: different moms… and i guess ariels was the only one he cared about. Aquata, Andrina, Arista, Atina, Adella, and Allana? aint nuthin but trick ass ho’s.

the death scene is pretty messed up too. imagine this in slow motion with menacing music and you have all you need to know…

i buried a drowned gopher last week. too much work to bury. the lizard was probably escaping a snake attack and fell it. the gophers are eating the poison i set out which dehydrates them and fall in/cant get out when they go searching for drink.

UPDATE: i fished them out and flung them into the unused horse area in the hills of my backyard. i wish i had a picture of them sailing through the air with the Malibu mountains in the background. it was a glorious spectacle to behold…

See the pic at Dan’s post here.

His heart stopped beating at 1pm.

I just got in from burying him in my parents back yard.

large dog deaths are morbid (similar to any large mammal, id imagine). eyes glaze over, tongue flops out, bladder and bowels evacuated. and then curtains.

yesterday he was trudging along with a perky air.
now he’s in the ground.

RIP

Update: she responded and I gave the following reply. Not worth a screencap. will just paste it:

Abbea McKenna: Haha. Wow. You really love to hear yourself talk. I’m so sorry I don’t feel the same. Of course you’re entitled to your own opinion, as am I. Think what you want. You still have me convinced you’re a loser though. Haha.

Richard Bushnell: More with the “making no sense”. I haven’t even been listening to music in this span of time, let alone myself talking.

 

Thank you for entitling me to my own opinion though. I totally thought I lost my ability to think independently if you gave an idiotic assessment of me that makes no sense and that you refuse to clarify or explain in any way (choosing to dodge the direct questions or have any kind of discussion and instead respond with irrelevant speeches and anecdotes that no one asked you about).

Repeating your opinion, totaling 3 times instead of backing it up with literally anything – also known as “loving to hear yourself talk” if you were talking (which apparently you were. i wasn’t) – is an awesome addition to your double standard library. thanks for at least accommodating my request for more lame hypocrisy, since you ignored the others.

Before responding to the original “you’re a loser” comment, I clicked over to her page, wondering what it even meant (specifically: how/what in that status was a loser-maker?) and saw her current status was outrage over Murphys death, using the old “only people who are PERFECT can make an assessment of any action or event” bullshit cliche. I responded before responding on my status…

Viewing the hypocrisy of her comments on my status gave me a hunch that she juuuust might carry over those bullshit double standards to her own page, so I clicked over…and? She had deleted the comment I left. coward.

Recap:
My actions on Facebook reveal who I am as a person.
Abbea’s actions on Facebook are meaningless because it’s “just facebook”.
Me noting that “you’re a loser” is a nonsense comment given the context is being “hostile”.
Abbea calling me a loser however, is not hostile.

got it.

Now I’ll save this blog as a draft and only post it if she dele—Ap, there it goes. Just deleted me.

I only posted this to post the IM convo, but AIM is a stupid worthless idiot whore and didn’t save it in the logs. Jerks. So now it’s just a post with a stupid picture of a tombstone with someone who has my name. That’s not funny. thats gay. God dammit, AIM. You’re such a horrible product. I’m gonna punch you in your stupid face next time I see you and then talk smack about your whore mother AOL who no one likes. I spit on you both.

UPDATE: The other participant in the convo came through with the IM transcript.

Cyanide Tictacs (6:07:52 PM): http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2347/2048790090_9d1025fd09.jpg?v=0
Cyanide Tictacs (6:07:55 PM): IT HAS YOUR NAME IN IT!
Cyanide Tictacs (6:07:59 PM): ITS YOUR FUTURE GRAVE DOOD
Cyanide Tictacs (6:08:08 PM): wait wait
Cyanide Tictacs (6:08:09 PM): uhm
Cyanide Tictacs (6:08:18 PM): it says you died
Cyanide Tictacs (6:08:21 PM): 75 years of age
Cyanide Tictacs (6:08:26 PM): in 1727
Cyanide Tictacs (6:08:28 PM): so you’re really
misterawesome10 (6:08:30 PM): …why are you searching for image results for my death?
Cyanide Tictacs (6:08:42 PM): i searched richard bushnell
Cyanide Tictacs (6:08:44 PM): to see what would come up
Cyanide Tictacs (6:08:55 PM): fourth picture i think
Cyanide Tictacs (6:09:13 PM): google image
Cyanide Tictacs (6:12:31 PM): well richard
Cyanide Tictacs (6:12:43 PM): explain yourself, you’re really from 1727 arent you
misterawesome10 (6:12:55 PM): mabe
Cyanide Tictacs (6:13:47 PM): and you’re trying to get followers
Cyanide Tictacs (6:14:06 PM): you feed off of other people’s youth
Cyanide Tictacs (6:14:11 PM): D:
Cyanide Tictacs (6:14:24 PM): and that sir, is how you stay young.
Cyanide Tictacs (6:14:45 PM): but that still doesnt explain what happened to jessica cooper
Cyanide Tictacs (6:19:18 PM): richard now that i know your secret are you going to steal my youth
misterawesome10 (6:20:15 PM): yup

This week has been like an acid trip – or, since I allegedly don’t know what that’s like – some kind of strange upsidedown dream: Michael Jackson was rushed to the hospital, NOT, for plastic surgery; Farrah Fawcett went on a mission with REAL angels; and for once, it was Johnny Carson who announced Ed McMahon’s entrance.

Observing people around me’s reactions has been…interesting. From the younger, mostly girls, going “Ed Mac-whatnow?” to the older, mostly girls pretending they were avid Jackson fans when they can’t even name 2 of his albums and the girls in all age brackets being indifferent with Farrah.

Most of them only knew McMahon as the guy who went bankrupt, MJ as the freak who diddled kids, and Farrah as Jonathon Taylor Thomas’ mom in Man Of The House and also maybe the original Cameron Diaz or something.

Some however, aren’t content with collective mourning, because that’s too conformist and puts them in a position too identical to the world around them when they are in a constant battle to prove their uniqueness. So they co-opt a sad event like the death of a celebrity and find ways to make the event all about themselves. This transparent charade was seen all over my Myspace, Twitter, Facebook and Adultfriendfinder accounts and while entertaining, it’s also sickening.

Expressing sympathy and well wishes after a death of a public figure is ok-sure-fine-whatever, but when you go over the top with it without cause or connection, you’re just being ridonkulous. I’m talking about the phonies… These people made fun of Michael Jackson’s behavior and appearance, and those who didn’t never made a conscious effort to listen to his music within the last 10 years. They don’t know crap about McMahon’s life or sidekicking on the Tonight Show and they didn’t ever care. Farrah, to them, was a girl who was famous because she was pretty (every girls dream) and still resembled herself up until the end (If she had dramatically changed her hair and gained weight for instance – the romanticization of old-Fawcett would not have been a priority for these people).

The real effect these 3 celebrity deaths had was nothing at all what the ignorant responders portray.

Ed McMahon’s passing showed us that fame is fleeting and money, if not well managed, is easily lost.

Farrah Fawcett’s death to cancer reminds us that fame or beauty won’t protect us from the worlds most vicious of diseases and agonizing deaths.

And Michael Jackson‘s demise was a rude awakening that the constants in life that bring us comfort, will eventually come to an end and the world will in fact, continue to go on. Michael Jackson was the freak with talent that we all liked but were creeped out by, but we liked that he was around and doing his thing. Jackson had become like The Simpsons: no one made an effort to watch or care anymore, but it was comforting to know that they are still around and although you didn’t seek them out – when you find them on your tv, you’d stick around awhile and see what was up.

The less glamorous truth of this tri-death is that a former angel was cheated out of a longer, happier life, a nice old man finally put the light out on what was an embarrassing slow fade that lasted 20 years after his prime and a troubled pop star finally succeeded in his 10 year unintentional effort to just make his body stop fkking working…

These are scary things…